my life

Still going through old photos

An infuriatingly pretty sky

Ahaha I forgot I ever took this. This is Morena Baccarin at a con back in 2008. I didn’t meet her but I did photograph her from the queue! This is before cons started getting really funny about cameras being allowed anywhere near the stars.

Apple harvesting time

Kitty cat admiring, or possibly being disgusted by, all the snow

MY OLD TOY SHELF! Some of these I actually still have, lots of them I have no idea what happened to though.

BEAUTIFUL damn sunset over my old back garden

A less brightly coloured but no less appreciated sunset over Cleethorpes beach

An unimpressed fish.

The windmill at Caldecotte Lake. (I have no idea if it’s still there, I hope it is.)

London as viewed from the Tate Modern art gallery.

Another obnoxiously beautiful painterly sky.

My old neighbourhood in the snow.

Today I’m going through old photos

Here’s some I particularly like. (Most of these probably weren’t taken by me, though honestly no-one is sure anymore.)

Me getting a copy of Watchmen for my birthday in 2006. I still have it, and a couple of years after this photo was taken I got it signed by Alan Moore. I now have much more mixed feelings about Watchmen and (especially) Moore though. Ya grow.

A sky that looks like it was painted.

A sea lion at Whipsnade Zoo.

Some really colourful flamingos!

Me in my childhood bedroom, dressed up for prom. (Prom is much less of a big deal in Britain. Or it was.) That’s a Darth Maul photo signed by Ray Park in the background. Might be worth a bit less now if recent rumors are anything to go by.

Ashridge Forest and what I only just learned today is called the Bridgewater Monument.

A beautiful contrail.

Skypocalypse

Me on the Cleethorpes beachside minigolf course in 2006. It’s gone now, and I’m not surprised, because they built it on a slope

A pair of lurking lions.

This was from I’m guessing about 15 years ago. I don’t know who took it, probably my dad. It’s Willen Lake at Milton Keynes, but to me it looks like something from Lord of the Rings.

BECAUSE I’M ONE OF THE IDIOTS WHO LIVES IN IT! part 4

So where I left off the peas and potatoes were both growing well! Unfortunately, we only got a few peas from the pods-

Because goddamn caterpillars ate the rest!! These bastards here. Look!

So that’s disappointing. But the potatoes were fine! We harvested them and ate them!

Meanwhile the next crop of potatoes are doing really well!

Some spring onions are growing too (inside).

There’s some carrots in a tub and they seem to be growing but we’ll see how they do!

On the non-edible side, we also nursed this little orange flower back to health, which I love.

And here is a neighbourhood cat who keeps coming to hang out while we’re gardening.

Finally, OUTSIDE

After four months of going nowhere but the occasional field I have been to Bradgate Park in Leicester! Oh thank god. It’s so nice to BE OUT.

No-one else was wearing masks… apart from this elf we found in a tree on the way there.

I took a panorama with my phone once we got there. Surprisingly there are no deer in it (they are everywhere)

See, here’s one. This deer has an expression on his face I cannot read.

More deer.

Dave took most of the above photos (only numbers 2 and 6 are mine I think) and he also took these AMAZING ones of a white deer chilling in the ruins of Lady Jane Grey’s estate. There was a wall in the way but he STILL MANAGED IT!

The Romantic/gothy side of me likes to think, maybe that’s Lady Jane’s reincarnated spirit wandering around there.

Meanwhile I took a picture of an interesting wall.

Dave then got this amazing photo of a dragonfly which are very hard to photograph-

AND THEN! WE CLIMBED! ALL THE WAY UP to Old John.

It’s much harder to get to than it looks from here, trust me.

I took this photo halfway up:

It’s worth it for the views, if your legs can take it.

Here’s some pictures I took at the top!

Here’s a couple of slightly more imposing-looking ones I took with my phone.

And then just before we left suddenly a noisy peacock flew overhead! Sadly neither of us got any photos of it in flight, but I WAS able to get close enough to it to take this:

And that was I think everything, and oh my god my legs are killing me.

Lockdown

Sigh. This is an awful situation. (And one you most likely already know about if you’ve been reading the news.)

I’m lucky, insanely lucky, because I live just outside of the lockdown zone. I found that out today. I can’t go visit people or go to the city center or visit the next town over, but I’m in an area that has so far had zero deaths.

The mood on Facebook and the other social media hangouts for Leicesterians is a very, very subdued one. Also, because Leicester is known for being so diverse there have been pockets of hate and racism cropping up and Twitter will not do anything about them. That’s awful too.

It’s weird and surreal and really, really not great to be spared when everyone around you is suffering.

BECAUSE I’M ONE OF THE IDIOTS WHO LIVES IN IT! part 3

So obviously I haven’t been writing about my garden growing attempts for some time, since first winter happened and then a massive global pandemic happened. But! BUT! Now food is growing in the garden! Actual food!

These sprung up literally overnight. They’re pea pods! (Probably.) A few months ago they looked like this:

And now they’ve grown! Oh I’m so proud.

Next to those are carrots and lettuces:

And then there’s the potatoes! The potatoes have EXCELLED. They went from this:

To this!

There’s more growing in a flowerbed too. (Same flowerbed as last year.)

So yeah, good news all round!

Cleethorpes, UK. Not usually known for its beauty. — Stickety Sweeet

Cleethorpes, UK. Not usually known for its beauty. Touch here for the full post on the Quite Gorgeous Everythings tumblr — See these photos and more on eBay!

Cleethorpes, UK. Not usually known for its beauty. — Stickety Sweeet

Unexpected Cleethorpes on the dashboard!

Cleethorpes is far from beautiful, but I miss it terribly, especially now. I spent so much of my childhood running up and down its beaches… and of course my grandmother is still there. When all this is over I want to go visit her, but oh man, that “when.”

Well, I suppose there’s no point dwelling. Have a picture I found on Reddit that is also very much, ah, the Cleethorpes I remember.

The Big Night In Blackadder bit

Since I posted the Doctor Who segement of The Big Night In I thought, let’s post the Blackadder bit as well. It… wasn’t actually much to do with Blackadder, and much more to do with Prince William, but what the hey. Also it led into the Clap for the NHS, which is obviously a political minefield of the “Fuck the Tories forever” variety right now but I still found it kinda touching. Hearing clapping on the TV and going out to hear more clapping, and even damn fireworks finally, it was… I don’t know. It was an experience.